We're living in repetition. Content in
the same old shtick again. Now the routine's
turning to contention; like a production line
going over and over and over, roller coaster.

Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice.
I'm speechless and redundant. 'Cause I
love you's not enough. I'm lost for words.
Choreographed and lack of passion.
Prototypes of what we were. Went full
circle 'til I'm nauseous. Taken for granted
now. Now I waste it, faked it, ate it, now I
hate it. Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice
I'm speechless and redundand, 'cause I
love you's not enough.I'm lost for words,
now I cannot speak.